What's Happening?

They say, "Work hard, rest at night. Sleep tight."

Spending restless nights, closing eyes yet half-a-wide.

Mornings seem so moron, with an

un-willingness of every form;

I don't know what's happening? Is it right or threatening?

Hands which could once scribe dozens of sheets, without any weep;

Now just linger on and on sheets as if sweep.

Delaying alarms on and on,

It's like; "Oh! Please help me summon!"

Pains of every type, like online shopping, just swipe.

Eyes shredding alot more fears than tears,

Biceps beeping, again and again, the pains it can't bear.

Legs tend a foe to joe,

As if commanding, "Carry your own weight, you husky, your own foe."